Thoughts take flight on a blackbird’s back
And cut across the winter morning sunrise
Its freedom laughs at how much I lack
It’s out of reach, I’m out of touch and time
Because I shut my eyes and offered up my hands
To the bonds that keep me from the sky
Will you come and cut me down because I just can’t stand it?
Will you drag me out into the light?
A stoic wind, it carries you away
A scarlet sin, it carries you away
The seducing works of the fertile snake
Its theatre tears and lust keepsakes
In a great whirlwind, it carries you away
Good morning, blackbird, how as your night?
Did you dance and drink and drug for free?
Did he give you all the things on which you need to rely?
Or is he just the knife in your mythology?
Anticipation for your next attack
Has got me hungry for your circle disease
But I wrap myself in air and I won’t look back
I’m calling down the sky to purge you clean
